Bang!

Omar directly pulled the trigger, without the nonsense shown on TV, hoping that the other party would change his mind. The small-caliber bullet was aimed at the skull, and the half of the skull exploded. Immediately, the brains spattered everywhere, and the blood stained his lips.

He even licked it slightly.

Um!

The blood is astringent.

There was a moment of silence among the crowd, followed by crazy screams, but there were also roars from diehard loyalists to Aidid, including the guards, who rushed forward to tear Omar apart, and raised their weapons towards him.

But his face was calm, but he fired several shots at the fallen body, turned around, and looked at the guards rushing over, without panicking at all.

Chuchuchu!

Rapid gunshots rang out, and four or five guards in government uniforms were seen shooting at the crowd. When they were still free, they took out a grenade from their crotch, pulled the ring, and threw it!

boom!

Unable to dodge, he was killed on the spot.

This scene was very sudden. A bunch of bullets fell and several people died on the spot. The hall was more like a massacre!

Moreover, it was a premeditated and targeted action.

The hall is littered with corpses!

It can be said that all the main figures of the Aidid regime died here.

Omar looked down at Aidid who was lying dead on the ground. He took a deep breath and was about to turn around when he was suddenly hit by a hard object on the back of his head. The cold feeling coming from above immediately made him feel cold all over his body.

The murderous aura suddenly stopped, and he said in as calm a tone as possible, "Why?"

Behind him stood a strong black man, holding a pistol in his hand and pointing it at his head. Hearing his inquiry, he said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, your head is worth $50,000."

Omar's pupils shrank, and he blurted out, "Nicholas..." Before he could finish his words, gunshots rang out behind him, and he could see the blood splattering from his forehead in front of him, his eyes widened.

A scene flashed in my mind.

The Asian looked at himself under the dim night light and told him that Aidid was here to destroy Somalia and that the city needed a new orderer. He was willing to help Omar get into that position for the sake of the common ideal.

and goals.

Make Somalia great!

The man also said that after Aidid dies, he is willing to invest 100 million US dollars to help Somalia build infrastructure and the most basic social system. He does not want to be called a "greedy businessman" and would rather be mentioned in the history books.

See, "The Great Friend of the African Man."

Ouma was moved by the other party. It should be said that he was convinced by himself. I am not betraying, I am just making the country greater.

All this…

Turns out it was all a scam!

Tang Dao had no intention of letting him take that position, and even said that he did not want "peace" in Somalia at all.

Omar closed her eyes full of regret and fell next to Aidid.

He was too stupid to trust that man.

"Bring the corpses with you and let's go." The strong black man pointed at the two corpses and said.

They are mercenaries hired by Tang Dao, and they are paid 2,000 US dollars a day. This job is very easy, they just hide next to Ouma, waiting for the opportunity to make a big splash, and obviously now they can earn tens of thousands of US dollars.

…

"Wow! Man, are you kidding me? With 2 million US dollars, you can capture Mogadishu?"

On the other end of the phone, Hassan, the southern Somali correspondent, seemed very excited. Tang Dao moved the phone slightly from his ear, wondering if this old black man could react so bigly? But he still had to keep a smile on his face, this is for the US dollar.

Respectfully, he shook his toes slightly, "Of course, as long as you give me the money, you should think about how to sit in the position of president tomorrow."

Hassan swallowed as the voice came through the microphone.

He was moved.

"But make it clear that my people cannot always join this battle. You must take control of Mogadishu as soon as possible."

"My mechanization division will arrive within 3 hours!" Hassan agreed.

Mechanizer?

On the other hand, Tang Dao was a little confused. Is Hassan so advanced? We need to take a closer look.

"Okay, I'll wait for you in Mogadishu."

After hanging up the phone, the smile on Mr. Tang's face faded and he tapped his fingers on the coffee table, as if he was thinking about something.

At this time, John knocked on the door and came in, looking at the cigarette butt on the ground, "Boss, General Gassenre promised that as long as we can kill Aidid, he is willing to help us get military orders."

"He is almost in trouble. He has been blessed by God before he enters the military court. What promise can he give us?" Tang Dao frowned, as if sarcastically, a little dissatisfied with the result.

This cannot bring him greater benefits.

Aidid and Omar's bodies should buy him more.

"Does it need to be replaced?" John asked softly, looking at the boss out of the corner of his eye.

Although Tang Dao was unhappy with his words, his actions were honest. He thought deeply for a moment and thought about it carefully. To be able to become a brigadier general, Garrison also has a group behind him. Otherwise, how could you think he would be sent to the front line?

Participating in this "must-win" operation was just to add some gold to his resume, but who knew that the ship would turn upside down, completely.

Using two corpses in exchange for the friendship of the group behind him, if you think about it, it's quite a deal.

But Tang Dao was a "careerist". He hoped for more, pointed his finger and said, "I'll leave this to you."

John nodded and stood up straight.

"Work hard, and soon we will be thinking about how to expand." Tang Dao was full of confidence in this. He stood up and helped John tidy up his clothes. The two of them were so close that they could hear each other's breathing.

Yes, there was still a gentleness in his voice, "In a few days, come with me to Boston. Our friends are waiting for you."

John felt goosebumps on his back. He obviously couldn't stand this kind of "treatment". He took a step back and hurriedly responded. Then he seemed to be running away. When he ran out of the office, he realized that his back was wet.

It's stained with sweat. The boss is getting more and more naughty, and he seems to have never heard of him having sex before, as if women are insulated from him.

Including several Chinese women who had shown affection for the boss before, but he just couldn't like anyone and refused!

But just now...we were so close to him!

John tightened his buttocks, which was hard to say, rubbed his face, and ran away.

At this time, Tang Dao, who was in the office, squinted his eyes and began to think about his "conditions" in his mind.

…

Washington, Southeast District, Meeting Street.

Here are mansions with an average price of over 7,000 US dollars. A red Ferrari is parked at the door. Inside the iron gate, there is a Labrador jumping nervously, while Garrison, neatly dressed in casual clothes, is pushing a lawnmower.

Since the failure of the operation, he has been under "house arrest" here. Many people in the parliament called for him to be imprisoned. It was his arrogant command that caused heavy losses, but when the plan was originally announced, that group of people shouted the loudest.

If he hadn't had someone in the council, he might have been regarded as an outcast by now.

The game between the interest groups on both sides is slowly pushing him towards death.

When there are heavy casualties, there must be someone who takes charge and takes the blame, and he is very suitable.

Just when Garrison was desperate, a phone call from Somalia pulled him out of the abyss.

"Nicholas!" He was weeding, his eyes narrowed, and the name came to mind.

I've never seen it, but I've heard it's famous for a long time.
Chapter completed!